Lisa Rasmussen, formerly Lisa Raphael, has had enough of her manipulative abusive husband. He has forced her to his will, tortured her both physically and
psychologically, and she wants out. Her sham of a marriage to Albert, son of the blue blooded Rasmussen’s of Manhattan, has to end. But, Albert has vowed
to never give Lisa her freedom. He owns her. Body and soul. Her plans to blackmail him to get out, will not go unpunished. Albert will strike first.

Gio Marino knows Lisa. He knows of Albert. After all, Lisa left him to marry the son of the luxury classic car dynasty. So when Lisa calls him begging for
help, he is floored. Not only because she called him, but because of what she has been accused of. Attempted murder! She had meant everything to him, but
after what she did nearly a decade ago, he knows not to trust her, but the temptation to see her in an orange jumpsuit is just too hard to resist.

Lisa is full of regret. She has a lot to feel guilty about. But, she doesn’t have any one else to turn to. She needs Gio. He is the only one she can trust
even though he might never be able to trust her again.

The minute he walks into Riker’s and sees her, he knows he has made a big mistake. The emerald eyes, the flawless skin, the fiery hair, bring it all back.
Especially the regret. Can he help her? Does he want to? And why, after all these years, does he find her beauty so hard to resist?

Beautiful Regret is the third book in The Bounty Hunters – The Marino Bros.

Suspenseful, erotic, and romantic, these books are packed with passion, sex and characters you will love. What more could you want?

EXCERPT

The old man dropped his hand from Gio’s arm, and looked wistfully up the block towards his own house, just eight up from Gio’s.

“I used to watch her, Lisa, run to your house every day, in high school. She was in love you know. Back then, I thought it was a passing fancy.” He closed
his eyes at the memory. “I remember her telling me she was going to marry you one day. She was fourteen when she said it, and I laughed. Then you kids had
all those fights, and I took them so seriously. You boys, good boys, I know that now, but you had your share of scrapes in the neighborhood. I was a father
of all girls. What did I know? I worried. I heard stories. But I didn’t keep in mind that you were just kids.”

“Sir, I don’t understand what you are trying to say?” The old man was rambling and Gio knew he was trying to make a point. He wanted to move him along.

“I should have never allowed her to marry that man. I should have not even considered it. But I was going to lose everything, and the Rasmussens, I owed
them too. They were a good family I thought, so rich, respected. When Albert’s father approached me, it was a business deal. I did not think. I thought it
was a step up, but I was wrong. I saw bruises on my daughter’s arms once and I almost killed myself.”

Gio stood back, shocked, and the old man’s words grew harsher. He was practically spitting the words out. Still he remained silent hearing the man out.

“That was about two years after Lisa married. But Celia, I could not tell her. I was mortified, and so ashamed. I am not a man. Then as Johnny grew up, and
I recognized he was your son . . .”

“You knew?” Gio interrupted.

“How could I not? I watched you grow up son, and I was even more ashamed of myself.” He went on. “I never spoke my suspicions out loud. Celia, she was mad
enough already at me for my gambling. To know her daughter was married to a man who beat her, had the son of her former lover, who she still yearned for,
but had done this to keep a house over our heads, that was enough to bear. I could not tell her my suspicions.” The man held his hand up to his heart.

Gio was afraid the man would have a heart attack. He had to stop him. “Mr. Raphael. We all have our regrets. I have mine too. I know I wasn’t perfect. I
made mistakes.” He sighed trying to think of what to say next. “I think we all need to just put the past behind us. Focus on the here and now.” He looked
towards his house, where Lisa and Johnny played and laughed inside with family, and something clicked inside him. “We have all lived our lives for too long
with regret. I think we need to stop regretting the past, and move on. What do you say?” he held out his hand and Mr. Raphael took it with tears in his
eyes.

“Son, thank you. That would mean a lot. As many mistakes as we, I, have made, that would do my heart good. I love my daughters and my grandson. Your son. I
am glad he is yours.”

“He is a fine boy. I’m glad too.”

“And son, one more thing.” He took hold of Gio’s arm once more as he was about to turn and head back inside. “You say you were not perfect, but you are.
Perfect for my Lisa anyhow. I wish I had seen that earlier.”

The old man was smiling at him with tears still in his eyes. “You old fool,” Gio swiped the tears that had sprung from his own eyes, and pulled Mr. Raphael
into his arms, and gave him a quick hug. The man was crying and laughing at the same time.

“Let’s get inside. I miss my family.”

“I do too, son. I do to.”

AUTHOR BIO

MJ Nightingale has been a teacher for over two decades. Writing is her new career, and something she has wanted to do for a very long time. But reading has
been a part of her life since she was a child. She has been an avid lover of romance novels, and they have always held a special place in her heart. When
not working, or writing, or spending time with her children, she devours books all summer long, and any type of fiction; thrillers, crime, suspense,
contemporary, and drama.

She has published seven novels, all contemporary erotic romance with elements of action and suspense. She currently lives in Florida with her wonderful
husband, and sons. And, she loves to hear from her readers.

Follow her on Amazon to get all the latest on her upcoming new series; Mystic Nights. Five new romantic suspense books that follow Tawny Sassacus and her
children who help her to run Mystic Casino Nights.

You can contact her on Facebook, twitter, and Instagram, or visit her website.

Bella Chase led a simple life. She was a good girl who worked hard at a job she loved, had good friends, and enjoyed her life. She just fell for the wrong
guy. A bad boy with a bad reputation. When he maliciously involves her in a crime that goes awry, and someone is killed, it is her life on the line. She
has no choice, but to flee. She not only faces life in prison, she faces a death sentence if she talks.

Blaze Marino is done with women. They can’t be trusted. Period. Not even the good girls. When his next case lures him to the hills of Tennessee, hunting
down another “good girl”, Blaze is torn between taking down this natural beauty, and losing himself inside of her. He, who has vowed to never love, or need
again, is drawn to Bella and he just can’t help himself.

Terrified, Bella doesn’t know which way to turn. She doesn’t know who to trust.

Jaded, Blaze can’t fight the pull of attraction. He doesn’t know if he can trust her.

He has to chase her for his job. Or so he keeps trying to tell himself that.

Beautiful Chase is the second book in The Bounty Hunters – The Marino Bros.

Suspenseful, erotic, and romantic, these books are packed with passion, sex and characters you will love. What more could you want?

EXCERPT

“Bella, don’t remember me dead in a box. You can say goodbye now. Then I can die happy. I want you to change your name somehow. Get married, have babies of
your own. You don’t deserve jail. You didn’t do this. I know that. If what the papers say is true, these Romans are bad news. They have connections in
jail. You can’t testify against Anthony, and in jail you’ll be silenced.”

“Momma, how do you know all this?” she asked.

“Nurses talk. I hear the television when I am sleeping or when people think I am sleeping.” She tried to keep most of the gory details from her daughter.

“But, Momma, I can’t leave you,” she cried. Her heart was breaking.

“Bella, it is I who am leaving. You must go on. I gave you life, my precious, and there is nothing more I want than for you to live. Take my jewels. All of
them. I have been squirreling away funds out of my bank account since you were arrested. I had saved quite a bit for your wedding. There is twenty five
thousand in my safe under the bed. I wish it were more.”

“Momma,” she cried.

“Hush, let me finish. I want you to walk out of this apartment while I am alive.”

Her mother paused and gasped for breath. Again a look of pain crossed her face but she fought against it. Bella tightened her grip on her mother’s hand.
Her mom tightened her hold as well.

“Bella, the jewels, keep a few, but sell what you have to. Go to North Carolina. Aunt May and Uncle Normand, your great aunt and uncle had a cabin there.
The address is in the box along with the deed. I have not been there since I was a child and they died shortly after. You can hide there for a while. It’s
in a town called Cherokee that borders Tennessee. Your Aunt Jocelyne inherited it but never did anything with it except pay the taxes. She paid ten years
at a time. But since Aunt Jocelyne’s passing, it’s mine technically. I never got around to changing the deed. It’s far enough away from Memphis, you can
hide and no one will recognize you. I don’t think it can be traced to you or me. Plus, we have been gone a long time now. I haven’t been to Cherokee since
I was a nine or ten, and you have only been in the area a few times while we were driving through the Smokies. But the people are nice. Our kind of people.
You’ll find kindness there. Someone will help. When you feel secure, you can leave North Carolina and Tennessee, start over somewhere else if you want. I
don’t know, Bella. But Bella, promise me you’ll go. You’ll try.” The desperation she heard in her mother’s voice was her undoing. The tears came unbidden
down her cheeks. Her mom had been planning her escape for her.

“Momma,” she cried. She didn’t want to leave her. She was all she had left of her family. She wanted to bury her and say her goodbyes.

“Bella, promise me,” her mother begged. And then she saw the tears in her mother’s eyes. “It is what I want Bella.”

Choking down the sob that threatened to her engulf her, Bella did the only thing she could think of to prevent her mom from begging. She nodded. She
agreed. “Okay, Momma. I’ll go. For you.”

The smile her mom gave her was like a ray of sunshine breaking through the storm. “Bella, I love you. I want you to live.”

“I love you to Momma. Always.”

“Always, Bella. Never forget. I’ll be watching. Always know your momma loves you. Trust your heart, Bella. Now, kiss me quick. Give me the morphine so I
can have a good rest, get the safe from underneath by bed, and go pack.”

Bella uncapped the liquid concentrate and placed the prescribed number of drops under her mother’s tongue, knowing it would keep her free of pain but would
not hasten her death. She leaned over to press a kiss to her mom’s paper thin cheek.

Her mom grabbed her by the face and kissed her. Then hugged her. But it wasn’t a long hug. Not one Bella felt satisfied with. Her mother was pushing her
back. “Go Bella. Go,” she urged.

Bella retrieved the safe and left the room reluctantly. Running was something she had never thought of doing, ever. Her only thoughts were of being with
her mom for as long as she could. She had to stay, at least until her mother passed, but the thought of leaving her mother without a proper burial tore at
her heart. As much as she hated to admit it, if she waited, the police would be picking her up straight from the cemetery, if not sooner, and take her to
jail. She had received word five days ago from the judge. The guard had died, and her bail would be revoked upon her mother’s passing.

Bella packed her clothes and then looked through the contents of the safe. It was all there, everything her mother had told her about. She wanted to honor
her mother’s wishes but she couldn’t let her die alone…what kind of daughter did that. She had time; the nurse wouldn’t return for several days unless she
called her. And out of respect for her mother, after she died, Bella would call, but not until she was miles away.

A little over an hour had passed when Bella peeked into her Mom’s room, quietly checking on her. Her mom was pressed back against the pillows a smile on
her face. Her eyes were closed, and she was still. There was no wheezing, no coughing. And there was no pain. Her mom was gone.

She was at peace. And Bella, took one last look, blew her mom a kiss, and walked out the door. She had promises to keep and miles to go before she could
sleep.

AUTHOR BIO

MJ Nightingale has been a teacher for over two decades. Writing is her new career, and something she has wanted to do for a very long time. But reading has
been a part of her life since she was a child. She has been an avid lover of romance novels, and they have always held a special place in her heart. When
not working, or writing, or spending time with her children, she devours books all summer long, and any type of fiction; thrillers, crime, suspense,
contemporary, and drama.

She has published seven novels, all contemporary erotic romance with elements of action and suspense. She currently lives in Florida with her wonderful
husband, and sons. And, she loves to hear from her readers.

Follow her on Amazon to get all the latest on her upcoming new series; Mystic Nights. Five new romantic suspense books that follow Tawny Sassacus and her
children who help her to run Mystic Casino Nights.

You can contact her on Facebook, twitter, and Instagram, or visit her website.

Ronnie Sears has a college degree, a promising future, a boyfriend, and a plan. But, her perfect life comes crashing down around her in the blink of an
eye. Arrested, framed for drug smuggling, and facing years behind bars, Ronnie sees no choice but to run. Only she can prove her innocence.

Nikko Marino is a sexy, devastatingly charming bounty hunter. His job, as told to him by his older brothers, is to keep an eye on the curvaceous blonde.
Make sure she doesn’t run. But what his brothers don’t know is that he and Ronnie have a past. He and the Ice Princess are more than mere passing
acquaintances. She makes his blood burn, and he knows how to warm up this woman.

Nikko wants to prove himself, but this beauty might just take him down. With his reputation on the line, will Nikko, the hot-blooded youngest Marino, fall
for this temptress? Will he be able to protect this beautiful bounty from herself, from the man who framed her, but most importantly can he protect his
heart?

Beautiful Bounty is the first book in The Bounty Hunters – The Marino Bros.

Suspenseful, erotic, and romantic, these books are packed with passion, sex and characters you will love. What more could you want?

EXCERPT

If she had to sleep with him one more time, she thought, she would do it. In the intensity of the moment her heart raced. She felt Nikko sink to the bed
behind her, and then before her mind could make sense of what was happening, he hauled her to him. She was over his knees and he had panties down, and
without warning, he struck. He was spanking her. Hard! He had meant it.

“Ow,” she yelled.

“Don’t scream,” he threatened. “And, that was for drugging me,” he breathed. She began to struggle.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she cried out after the initial shock from the first strike had passed. His arm lay over her back like iron pinning her to him.

Whack, came his hand again. “That was for the barbecue sauce.”

“Ouch, Nikko, please,” she begged as her other ass cheek flamed from the intensity of the slap he gave her. She continued to struggle, but kept her voice
down despite the pain and humiliation.

Whack! “That was for stealing my car,” he breathed as she cried out his name softly begging him to stop. The force of the blow took her air for a moment.

Again, his hand descended. “This was for making me worry.” She gasped and cried and took it.

Whack! “This is because I care god dammit,” and he hit her again with all the ferocity he thought she could handle. Her cheeks were on fire. She jumped
each time he hit her, and by the sixth and final strike, she was crying and lay in a heap over his legs.

He slowly turned her over, and the tears he saw there were genuine. “Look at me, Ronnie,” he whispered softly, brushing the hair out of her face. She
looked at him sadly, the tears streaking down her beautiful face. His eyes lost their anger, she noticed even though she couldn’t meet his gaze for long.
His tone softened. “Ronnie. You deserved that.” She sniffled and nodded.

She couldn’t look at him still. She did. She knew it. His hand began to stroke her back, and still she could not meet his eyes. Guilt overwhelmed her. But
when his lips brushed her shoulder, she turned and saw something strange and startling there in his eyes. She couldn’t look away if she tried.

“And that was because I fucking love you, Ronnie. God help me, but I do. I came because of that, and I was scared to death you were going to get hurt. Not
for my brothers, not for the money. I came because the woman I love was putting herself in danger.” He saw her eyes go from pain to shock to surprise. He
had one more thing to say. “Ronnie, baby, please believe me. I never slept with that woman.”

She saw stark, bleak desperation in his eyes. Could it be? Ronnie ran the gamut of emotions. His words. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She saw
his eyes, and more than his words, she saw the honesty there. Suddenly, she didn’t feel the pain his hand evoked, and she reached her hand up to touch his
face, as a single tear formed in his eye. She swallowed. He watched her.

“I . . . believe you,” she whispered. She did. But she couldn’t find the words to express what she was feeling. Her shock was just that great.

His lips descended and the kiss they shared said it all. Ronnie grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down with her to the bed. This time what
they did wasn’t fast, and even though it felt like their time was running out, he wanted to show her with more than words just how much he loved her. And
she let him.

AUTHOR BIO

MJ Nightingale has been a teacher for over two decades. Writing is her new career, and something she has wanted to do for a very long time. But reading has
been a part of her life since she was a child. She has been an avid lover of romance novels, and they have always held a special place in her heart. When
not working, or writing, or spending time with her children, she devours books all summer long, and any type of fiction; thrillers, crime, suspense,
contemporary, and drama.

She has published seven novels, all contemporary erotic romance with elements of action and suspense. She currently lives in Florida with her wonderful
husband, and sons. And, she loves to hear from her readers.

Follow her on Amazon to get all the latest on her upcoming new series; Mystic Nights. Five new romantic suspense books that follow Tawny Sassacus and her
children who help her to run Mystic Casino Nights.

You can contact her on Facebook, twitter, and Instagram, or visit her website.

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Carlisle lost her best friend and man she loved in a terrorist attack. As one of the few survivors, of the bombing, she understandably suffers from PTSD and survivor’s guilt. However, she did not escape unscathed. Her body bears the scars of the attack and the after effects of multiple surgeries, so it is no wonder that she has an emotional disconnect with everyone around her. She copes by self medicating and sex. Quick one-nighters, no phone calls, no cuddling, no beds and most importantly, no expectations for the future. That is until she gives in to desire and need with the one guy she should have stayed away from. Mateo acts like your average college guy looking for a good time, but deep down he’s a nice guy at heart.

She finally meets someone who understands loss and can’t in good conscience just stand by without trying to stop her or change her mind and she has to push him away. Mateo has his own tragedy that he’s getting over which we don’t find out about until well in to the book. Which makes me question whether he could be the right person for Carlisle considering she’s all but given up and decided to die. Then again, the heart wants what it wants. And maybe someone who had been through loss the way Mateo had is exactly what Carlisle needed.

I don’t presume to understand why some people make the choices they do, so I won’t pretend to know or get why our heroine made the decision she did. Carlisle is dying, she knows it even if no one else does yet. What I don’t understand is why when faced with paralysis, she would rather chose death. That just seems like a selfish decision to me. Almost like a child who can’t get what they want, she is throwing a tantrum to end all tantrums because of self pity. I get why she also made the decision she did about Mateo. But to expect that when she decided to come back, he’d be waiting for her? Seriously? Wow… full of yourself much? I loved Mateo. He was a great character who never tried to be anything but himself. Carlisle though, I had a love/hate relationship with. In the end I didn’t think she deserved Mateo.

To be honest, I absolutely loved this story. It was heart wrenching and so real.

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A couple of weeks ago I read the third installment of a series I really loved. I will refrain from sharing the name of the novel and its author.

Like any reader, as soon as I finished reading, I wrote my review. When I tried posting it on Amazon (I did buy the eBook, just like any normal and decent human being would), I received a rather concerning email.

I will not share the screenshot of the email as it does contain the title of the book and name of the author. In its place I have copied the body of the email below.

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